Ladybug
to be queer is strange,
but stranger is pretending
for you that i’m not.
i am not a bug
to be shut in a jar and
left to suffocate;
my wings will not dry
in this space any longer.
i open the door.
as an insect should
not be kept in glass, i should
not be locked in here.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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